My baby is funny. He runs and yells "RUN" as he does it. He climbs the ladder and eats one bite out of every apple in the fridge. He lays in bed and watches Kipper and Charlie and Lola every morning while drinking cream of wheat out of a cup. He feeds most of his food to the dog, who follows him around all day in the hopes of fallen scraps. He had his first experience with body art one day when he found a pen. I left in on him for days, which bothered his Nana. He is a funny boy. I wouldnt trade him for all the tea in China